Chapter 9 Nick #3
“Good.” I release a breath of relief and swipe her tears with the pads of my thumbs. “I was raised by women, with women, around women. But I swear to you, I never quite mastered the myriad reasons women cry. So if you could fill me in, that would be really fuckin’ helpful.”
“I liked the kiss!” Baby blue eyes, wet with her heartache, swing up and hold me prisoner.
“And I like this family. I like this home and the love and the acceptance I feel, purely for existing. I like who I could have been, if only I’d known this kind of life.
But I don’t, and I didn’t, and I won’t. And the only time I get to experience this is by paying a man for a week. ”
“Mel—”
“I’m trying really hard not to trick myself into thinking this is more than it is.
Of course it’s not,” she groans. “I’m literally paying for your time, so this is a business transaction and nothing more.
But I like how it feels being here.” She chokes on a chest-heaving cry, dropping her head and shaking it side to side.
“I like how I feel when you’re doing your job and convincing others we’re real. ”
“You liked the kiss?” I scoop her closer, and when she’s on the very edge of the bed, I pull again and drag her onto my lap.
Her eyes flicker with fear and wariness.
Stunned disbelief, and beneath the tears, treacherous hope.
But I have her. Even if it’s just for tonight, even if it’s just for an hour, I have her.
So I cross our boundaries and slide my hand beneath her dress, caressing her thigh and working my way around to cup her ass.
Before she can talk herself out of what we both so desperately want, I take her neck in my free hand and force her down until our lips touch again.
She tastes of her tears this time, and her lips tremble with heartache instead of nerves. But she takes what I’m offering, sliding her tongue into my mouth and grinding down against my hardened cock like she knows what she does to me.
“Nick…”
“Let us have this.” I reach around and bring her zipper down, the tight cotton of her dress releasing and revealing her back for my touching pleasure. And when she cups my face, her nails digging into my jaw and her teeth latching onto my lips, I dive all in.
She wants me.
It might not last forever, but fuck it, she wants me right now.
“I’ve been dying to know what you taste like since the first moment we met.
” I steal my lips from hers and latch on to her neck instead.
The gap between her collarbones. Over her racing heart, where her heaving lungs search for more air, and her chest lifts and falls to a dangerous staccato that could undo me if I let it.
“It wasn’t part of the deal, I know.” I drag the front of her dress down, allowing her tits to spill free of the material and perfect rosy nipples to fall into my palm.
“Fuck, Mel. I’ve thought of you since the beginning. ”
“You’ve already tasted me.” She rides my lap and straightens her spine, exposing her chest and whimpering when I take her between my lips. “You kissed me already.”
I bite her peaked nipple and squeeze her ass when she releases a moan that reverberates down to my cock. Then I shake my head and slide her dress up to reveal delicate underwear already soaked through for me. “I meant taste you, Princess. And I didn’t mean your mouth.”
She stills and looks down, tears still on her lashes and her lips swollen from my teeth, but when she could panic, or she could put a stop to this, she grins instead. “Please do.”
“Fuck!” I throw her backward and slam my hand to her mouth when she squeals.
Then, tearing her underwear aside, I bury my tongue in her pussy and revel in the way she bites down on my palm.
I thrill at how she attempts to squeeze her knees closed and trap me under her power.
But I slap them open again and groan when the crack of my hand against her skin only makes her wetter.
“You taste so sweet, Princess.” I suckle on her clit and roll my hips.
Though fuck knows, they have nowhere to go.
Nothing to grind against. “I sleep in the room beside yours every fucking night and touch my cock while I’m thinking of you. ”
Stunned, she attempts to sit up. “What?”
But I push her down again and lap at her delicious release, sliding my tongue from her ass to her clit.
I slip two fingers into her tight slit and hold my breath when my balls would embarrass me if given half the chance.
When my orgasm teeters on the edge of desperation, and my cock grinds against the zipper of my jeans, begging to burst free and weeping for the touch of a woman.
“So tight, Melanie.” I bury my tongue against her asshole and clamp my hand over her mouth when she screams. “So responsive.”
“Nick—”
“I’m gonna need you to ride my cock, beautiful.” Desperate, I reach down and unsnap my jeans. Because I’m afraid if I don’t, I might die. “Slide onto my lap and milk me until there’s nothing left. I’ve wanted this since I first saw you, and I’ve let my imagination do a lot of heavy lifting lately.”
She explodes in my mouth, squirting until I drink her down and creaming until she’s a panting mess.
I abandon her pussy and pull my cock from my jeans, freeing my wallet from the denim, and a condom from the leather until I can tear the foil with frenzied movements.
I toss the trash aside and look down to concentrate, rolling the rubber onto my throbbing cock.
Veins pulse, visible to see, and pre-cum seeps from the tip.
What I wouldn’t give to have her take me in her mouth first.
“Come here.” I finish with the condom and glance up to find her breathless, desperate, frantic.
But her eyes are on me. Her lips, curling higher until I’m not sure if she’s a witch or mortal.
But I hook my arm under her back and yank her to the end of the bed, then I drop her onto my lap and fill her until she throws her head back and cries.
Music thumps outside my bedroom, shielding us from discovery and retaining the shy girl’s dignity. So I release her mouth and hold her hips instead. Lifting her up, I bring her crashing back down again until we’re both on the edge of insanity.
“Fuck, Princess.” I slide my fingers through her hair and control which way she turns. I control how much of herself she gifts me. Then I force her down and her eyes to mine, and when she rises over my cock, I capture her lips and swallow her whole, heart and soul.
“This is where you say you love me,” she groans, crushing my cock in her tight little cunt and hugging me so close I get to taste both, her tits and her mouth. “That’s the deal, right? You love me. You adore me.”
“You’re absolutely right.” I choke out a laugh and nod if only so she’s not left begging for something I’m so readily willing to give. “I love you, Princess.” I pull her in and bury my lips against her pounding throat. “I fucking adore you.”
She rides my cock and claws my back the way I knew she would. The way I knew she could.
“I’ll paint the walls red with the blood of your enemies.” I take her nipple between my lips and bite down until she explodes. “Always have. Always will.”